Felsi Druyar

The box was placed on the desk, the agent tasked to clean out Druyar’s locker reached in to pull a rather thick folder out from the box’s contents, “Sir.” he moved to hand it out to the Overseer. The man hesitated for a brief moment as the other shooed him away taking the folder in hand, “What are they going to do with her stuff?” the agent asked. A sigh emits from the Overseer, his hand had been about to open the file when he looked up at the Agent, leveling him with a ‘you should know better than to ask’ type of look. “They’ll be sent off to next of kin, if there’s none, then to whomever her will stated would receive the contents of her belongings.” The Overseer lifts a hand as if motioning to the agent if there was anything more, the agent shakes his head, “Be on about your day, Agent Grant.” That was right, she had a will, written up since the beginning. At least the facade was over. How long had it been? Three.. no four years.. pretending he didn’t have doubts if the operation involving Agent Druyar would even pan out, it had been a long shot. Taking his seat behind the desk he pulls the file to his lap and turning, so that he could read while his peripheral caught movement coming to his desk, the lip of the folder was flipped up and the first page of the document’s revealed. So much of it was blacked out, redacted, and the little parts that she had been allowed to read had been an overview of the events that lead to her retirement. He moved to pick up the page, but something was off, it shimmered and then crumpled into a pile of dust. This wasn’t the file, it wasn’t the real file. He almost slammed the front of the file shut into his lap before tossing the ash filed parchment onto his desk, “F-mmm. She knew.. she had to of known..” he muttered before moving out from behind the desk, he went down the hall to the records and coming up to the window began to write out the short request before handing it to the assistant. They read it and went off searching through the SI:7  archives. The next few moments would determine a lot of what would be required to clean up this mess. The assistant returned placing an envelop down and then his request, “Sir, this file has already been checked out.” the assistant calmly stated. “By whom?” the Overseer asked. “By Former Agent M, Sir.” that made his jaw set, that man was dead, and also shouldn’t of had access to even obtain such a file. He balls up a fist and past tight lips he mutters, “Thank you.” as he slips from the window and starts to stalk down the way, Agent Druyar when she had been alive had been at the death of Agent M, he remembered reading her report of watching a blood elf ride away and coming upon Agent M bleeding out. There was nothing she could do for him, nothing to save the retired Agent, and she had found his place empty... empty. The Overseer groaned, she lied. She had found his secret stash, the files he had taken from the agency, and in them.. in them.. she found her own.. fully open file.

“Death is not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live.” -Norman Cousins

Felsi walked the fields of her old home, the farm land had been given to a nearby farmer and the family had started to till the ground for crops again. Then there was the clear field which corralled a handful of horses, one in particular saw her walking along the edge and lifted it’s head to whinny in her direction. Her lips pressed as she sighed, the tightening in her chest telling of the sense of loss she felt over her mare that had been in the stables which had been demolished by a siege engine from outside the gate. The years she traveled with Rosie were lucky that she’d survived so long, and now coming back to the once abandoned barn, to the horses that now resided. Daisy had been Rosie’s pasture mate and now she was coming home without the mare. Laying her hands on the fence boards she watched as the small herd ate the grass, only Daisy came up to the fence line by her looking for her friend. Felsi put out her hand to the large mare and watched as she quietly nickered, blowing soft breathes against her knuckles before sniffing the empty warmth of the woman’s palm. “I’m sorry girl, she’s gone, and I can’t bring her back.” Whether the mare knew the tone of her voice or understand her words, the large mare moved to bump Felsi’s cheek with her soft muzzle. The woman lowered her head and the muzzle traveled over her head as the mare stepped forward and curled her neck to waggle her head brushing Felsi’s back with her muzzle.

Raising a hand to the side of the large mare’s neck she laid her forehead against the nearside of the horse’s neck. “Loss sucks.” she said softly. Daisy fussed with her for just a moment longer before stepping back and going back to grazing. The Westfall woman continued on her way toward the barn, she would need to clear out the stall that had been used for Rosie, and clean up anything else left behind. Her mind was turning on what she should do, having a reliable mount, was important and did she risk losing another majestic animal. For a moment all she could think of was all that she’d lost, voices and faces that seemed to flash and fade, some she could recall easily, but others were harder. She hated that the people who felt like the most important were the hardest to recall their voice and what they looked like, the features of their faces. It was making her steps towards the barn heavier and she pictured getting into the safety of the building, sitting down and allowing herself to just cry.

There is a thick smoke in the air as the shouting of the Captain rings out, they were to brace themselves as the ship was headed straight at the shore, it would swiftly run aground, the vessel was already severely on fire, and soon would be fully consumed before it broke down into the water. They had sustained heavy damage, thrown about the decks as cannon fire ripped through the sides of the ship, it had made it hard to tell who was alive or dead, splinters of the broken wood was in the air and breaches that left the inner level of the ship’s guts exposed. Now the navy man and lady mage were up on the deck and she’d caught a little to much smoke into her lungs and couldn’t stop coughing, she’d followed suit, but she couldn’t find Azo.

Azokon, a man whom she felt closer to than any, she had his back as he had hers and she’d desperately needed that in this battle. She was here with unfamiliar people who knew nothing of her, but that she was Allie’s ally. He’d shown up and it was like she could breathe again, for once someone she’d lost came back, but she’d kicked herself for pulling him into this mess. In the splintering of the ship she’d lost track of him, with an arm up covering her mouth to breath through the fabric as makeshift filter she shifted up to the top deck. Hoping he had made it there as well, she followed suit to swing down from the ship to the beach, but upon landing she didn’t have the time to check where he landed. Sprinting forward she’d engaged with the forces on the beach until there was none left to fight, in the aftermath she looked to the ship, but it was fully engulfed in flames and she knew if he hadn’t made it off, he wouldn’t be aboard and alive still. A heaviness had set over her, foolish woman, you lose and lose and lose again, just get used to it.

Her gut clenched as she laid in the infirmary, a shattered arm being tended to before she headed out to the city, she couldn’t be here, it just kept reminding her of her own stupidity and loss. It was Tiara that had given her pause when she was looking for a way out, the woman was a fireball usually, her emotion and dampened state was the current state of most at the keep. A commander and leader had been killed, a man that men had looked up to, and Felsi felt for her, that man had been her father-in-law. It felt ironic that Felsi who was not really a religious sort gave the woman the only words she could to comfort, “Maybe when all else fails, faith can uphold and give hope where there seems none.” she offered.

After such words and reassurances, she promised to return, then Felsi found herself in Stormwind. There she was on her way to sort out supplies and apply to be reinstated into SI:7, she needed to be back doing what she was productive doing, trying to work on her own had gotten more people that she valued killed. She wanted back in and maybe then she could die and be reunited with those she’d lost. Morbid as her thoughts were it didn’t prepare her for the messenger that gave her a note, “Meet down at the docks.” This is the second cryptic message she’d gotten. Setting her jaw as she glanced to the dented daggers at her sides, she hadn’t gotten a chance to fix her gear yet, or wash her clothes, if more blood was going to get spilled it would be on her already soiled attire. She moved tiredly towards the docks and came around the heavy machinery to a line of gear and weapons setup for the reserves to take what they needed before heading to the next station.

The slight echo to Kakon’s voice sent a chill down her spine, had she not gotten a report that he had died. Yet, here he was, “Report.” he said to her and she told him what had been going on, but she was unsure why he’d called her down to the docks. “Azo is alright, he’s been resting.” she couldn’t believe his words at first, her friend was alive. For a moment she was light hearted until Kakon added, “Please don’t blame me for what had to be done to save him.” and her stomach sank, “He’ll meet you out at your place.” The Ebon Blade Knight spoke of looking to aid the King and she told him that times were growing desperate and he might find them open to his help.

Felsi had watched as Kakon had moved off before she made way to her home, the once run down place, where the still scorched remains of her home had not been cleared away, but the barn had been reinforced and now housed a handful of horses. She’d flown into the local town before walking out to the farm.

Azo’s voice caught her as she paused in front of the barn, she turned to find the man limping up to her and without a thought she called out to him before moving forward to meet him. Lifting a hand she had gone to touch his cheek, but he shied away. It made her realize how long it had been since they’d done anything besides fight at each other's side, how long had it been since death wasn’t what they were dealing and they had actually spoken. They spoke now and in a moment her joy of knowing he was alive shifted as he revealed the ‘cost’ of his survival. He stepped back and transformed into a worgen the painful sounds of flesh ripping, bones breaking and reforming, the curse that now sustained him. She couldn’t help feeling responsible, “I’m so sorry.” she said to him, but their conversation was short lived as a neighbor came upon them.

Rose! She hadn’t seen the girl in some time and it took a moment to realize the girl was drunk and also missing her right hand. What had caused that? She didn’t have a moment to think further on it because Azo reacted to her presence immediately and snarled at her causing Felsi to step between, “She’s a friend.” she told him before turning back to Rose, hoping that he had been given proper treatment for him to retain his humanity still under the curse. After speaking to her childhood neighbor she let her know that horde forces were shifting in the south attempting to head north and that they should be ready to retreat to the city. It was all she could tell the girl before she ran off to inform her family.

That left Felsi to stand again with Azo, with a motion she headed into the barn, her plan of having a moment to herself to cry and mourn would have to wait. He had asked for aid and she would give it, without question.

LOYALTY

You are good at sticking with people, even when things get awkward and tricky. You give people a second and third chance, because fundamentally, you are good at recognizing people’s good sides (even when there’s quite a lot about them that is not so attractive). Partisanship is actually your strength: you stay on someone’s side for more than intellectual reasons – because they feel like a part of who you are.

RATIONALITY

You like clarity and intelligent simplicity and you get frustrated at messy thinking. This can make you seem unreasonably pushy to some, but it is actually a virtue: you are motivated by a horror at pointless effort and a longing for precision and insight into how things and people work. Your ability to synthesize and bring order is essential in producing thinking which is truly helpful.

RESILIENCE

Felsi LV.36 Ranger HP ⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬜ MP ⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬜⬜⬜ ATK ⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬜⬜⬜ DEF ⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬜⬜ LCK ⬛⬛⬛⬛⬜⬜⬜⬜ SPD ⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬜⬜⬜ STA ⬛⬛⬛⬛⬜⬜⬜⬜ Did her last name too.

BOLD ALL THE THINGS YOUR MUSE HAS DONE OR WILL DO.

► Name ➔   “Felsi Druyar”

► Are you single ➔ “Yes.”

► Are you happy ➔   “I consider happiness a choice, so yes.”

► Are you angry? ➔  “No.”

► Are your parents still married ➔   “Yes, also deceased.”

NINE FACTS

► Birth Place ➔ “Westfall.”

► Hair Color ➔ “Redish Brown”

► Eye Color ➔ “Blue”

► Birthday ➔ “Twelfth day of July”

► Mood ➔ “Inquisitive, how many more of these questions are there?”

► Gender ➔ “Female.”

► Summer or winter ➔ “Winter.”

► Morning or afternoon ➔ “Afternoon.”

EIGHT THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE

► Are you in love ➔ “No, not at the moment.”

► Do you believe in love at first sight ➔ “No.”

► Who ended your last relationship ➔ “Not sure.”

► Have you ever broken someone’s heart ➔  “Yes.”

► Are you afraid of commitments ➔ “No.”

► Have you hugged someone within the last week? ➔ “Yes.”

► Have you ever had a secret admirer ➔ “If I have, they’re still a secret to me.”

► Have you ever broken your own heart? ➔ “No.”

SIX CHOICES

► Love or lust ➔ “Lust, it’s safer.”

► Cats or Dogs ➔ “Horse.”

► A few best friends or many regular friends ➔ “I have many regular friends.”

► Wild night out or romantic night in ➔ “Wild night out, always have better stories.”

► Day or night ➔ “Night”

FIVE HAVE YOU EVERS

► Been caught sneaking out ➔ “Nope.”

► Fallen down/up the stairs ➔ “As a kid, yes. Now, no.”

► Wanted something/someone so badly it hurt? ➔ “Yes, the loss of it was terrible.”

► Wanted to disappear ➔ “Sometimes, when I need a break.”

FOUR PREFERENCES

► Smile or eyes ➔ “Eyes. Can tell a lot in them, the nature of someone, if they’ll stick by your side or stab you in the night.”

► Shorter or Taller ➔ “Taller.”

► Intelligence or Attraction ➔  “Attraction..”

► Hook-up or Relationship ➔ “Hook-up.”

FAMILY

► Do you and your family get along ➔ “Most are dead or missing.”

► Would you say you have a “messed up life” ➔ “I’ve had my challenges, but far from messed up.”

► Have you ever ran away from home ➔ “No.”

► Have you ever gotten kicked out ➔ “No.”

FRIENDS

► Do you secretly hate one of your friends ➔ “No.”

► Do you consider all of your friends good friends ➔ “I consider them to be themselves, good or bad.”

► Who is your best friend ➔ “I can’t rightly say, those I hold closest at the moment. Darrow Marr, Roxxie, Allie, and James. ” @jameshaywoode @highborne-warhound @alliesweetsong-wra

► Who knows everything about you ➔ “A man who’s no longer alive.”

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There was a serene stillness in her mind as she reminisced on the past, a blissful simplicity to it that she knows was lacking when she walked the steps up to the door as a child. The telltale smells of the manure from the animals spread across the field, the damp dew that hung in the air in the morning as her brother and father would check the fields, her sister inside helping her mother and she would sit on the steps waiting for the sun to peek up over the horizon. A smile creases the corner of her eyes as she wades through the turmoil of thought that went through that child’s head, her own head at that age. She was knee high to a straw stand and still her mind was full of imagination, creative little musings, and imaginary friends.

When the first homeless approached the house they were begging and she was overly friendly smiling to them and standing from the steps, “Food.. please..” she heard them request. She leaned back to look in the house, “Ma! T’ere’ssum peopel ‘ere.” It was her father that scooped her up from behind as his son went inside, “You all need to leave here, this ain’t a place for you. The town is the only one with the food to spare.” he said gravely before plunking the 4 or 5 year old Felsi inside the house and closing the door. She remembered going to the window as her father spoke to them, but it was their raised voices and her mother’s grasp on her shoulder that told her it was time to step away from the window.

From then, there was always a loaded rifle by the door, a pistol hidden in the kitchen, and the children despite seeing these things never made a mention of it and she couldn’t remember ever feeling unease, even on the night the first shot was fired out at the barn. Her young mind couldn’t assemble that they were being invaded or under threat. The eldest of the three, her brother Dani, he was the first to come home with any sign of trouble, a puffy black eye. Curled up in her bed she heard her father speaking with him about what happened and that he should keep away from those Defias boys.

Sitting next to Kev she smiles gently her gaze shifting up towards the morning skies, “I’m dropping my plan.. it’s just not worth the hassle.” They had met at the ship to discuss a party and all the intricate workings for it to go down the way she’d hoped, but now. From Atro’s rune work, her final expression of the tucked away grief from the loss of her fiancé, and utter lack of seeing Vanderall or Elbralt in the past week. She was just ready to move on, there was work to do.

She sat under a tree in a little alcove at the corner of Cathedral Square, the evidence of tears in long lines down her cheeks as she spoke to Darrow. This man who had started out just a secure worker for hire, rocky as their business relationship had been at times, she had grown to trust him. He had become to her as close as family, in a sense, and here she was asking him to put her to work.

“You know I’m good at being a liaison, to generate connections and work, so let me work.” She’d pleaded with Darrow as he kept watching her, his hand coming up to wipe the tears from her cheek.

She had closed her eyes finally that night feeling a lot less weight on her shoulders and when she opened them she wanted to get out and into the sunlight. Walking the city streets and appreciating for a moment the chance to work once again doing something she knew well.